"Even if I were,—but I'm not,—that's no reason why you should be rude."
"I didn't mean to be rude," answered Lawrence. "I don't see what I said that was so very dreadful."
"It was much worse than anything I said," retorted Fanny, biting her blade of grass again. "Because I didn't say anything at all, you know. Oh, well—if you'll say you're sorry, we'll bury it."
"I'm sorry," said Lawrence, without the least show of contrition.
"I was going to tell you such lots of things about myself," said the young girl. "You've made me forget them all. What was I talking about when we began to fight? I began by saying that I liked you, and you've been horrid ever since. I won't say that again, at all events."
"Excuse me—you began by saying that you'd liked Brinsley—liked him awfully, you said. It must have been awful—anything connected with Brinsley is necessarily awful."
"There you go again. Don't bolt so—it
